Monologue Of Jay Gatsby

Ladies and Gentlemen, I welcome you all. Many of you might know me as Nick Carraway, or on the other hand, many of you may not be aware of my existence. But the nevertheless, I have gathered you all here today in the midst of a terrible tragedy which led to the subsequent loss of a great man, Jay Gatsby. Jay, was not only my neighbour, but was a sophisticated and kind hearted man whom I have acquainted with throughout my time here, in West Egg. (Clears throat) But however I don’t think I’ve ever seen Jay’s house as empty as it is today. The life, fun, and excitement of Jay that have become characteristics of his beloved house seem to have vanished. Jay will always be remembered for his generosity and compassion. For he, a man who rose from an impoverished childhood, continuously displaying love and compassion, opening the doors of his home to the public, providing complete strangers with endless hopes and dreams.

How do we measure a man's achievements? When do we say that he has lived a full life and that he made it, in order to die in a blissful place? What constitutes the
Or is there one? These are some of the infinite questions that fill my mind at this time of loss and death but also a time or unforgettable memories and love. Although his life was cut short by his tragic murder by a man who unknowingly killed him for the wrong reason, his heart, generosity, and soul lives on within all of as he had significant relevance in our lives. Only a white hearted man such as Gatsby could possess such generosity, and conversely was a slave of his own heart. Nonetheless, the most prominent downfall within his life and personality was that he always seemed to reminisce upon his past, which ultimately led to his demise. It seems like it was only yesterday I only knew him as just being my neighbour and the man who threw magnificent grand parties, which very many of you all